This ragamuffin schleps with leaden gait
weighted down like Atlas of yore
like that Greek titan upon massive shoulders
the worldly wide web he wore
if a corporeal being incarnate,
would be friended on social networks fig ure
especially mythological creations exiled,
reviled and sent to river elba shore
the lowest watermark of Napoleon,
and one exemplifying the je nais say quor
my life and hard times as if concocted
from mind of Charles Dickens or
another deft writer with an abysmally dim,
groveling vagabond less o more
who experienced rejection
at every turn muttering to join canine korps
wonder why in this tar nation,
he got saddled with prestigious title of warrior
truth be told suffered psychological
stress disorders at veep fog hatted
Alberts’ epistemological environmental
global germinal garrulousness galore,
whose hoped friendship glued, clinched,
billed as storied AA Milne’s eyore
whose jarring inscrutably heavy
glum footsteps exerted downtrodden chore
impressing mental state with angst,
whence Hades and river Styx did allure!
